Nothing pisses me off more than a snotty, attitude filled comment on my otherwise happy go lucky blog. If you read here regularly, you will notice that there is not a lot of drama here. I use this blog as a means in which to chronicle life with my daughter. This space really is all about her. The things she says, what we do, and how it affects both me and my husband as parents. And, I share a lot of pictures - and often times my photos are the stories. I don't often write about the ups and downs of my marriage, my husband; I don't write about my career, and I certainly don't write about anything that falls under the "mommy wars" category. If I do pen something that is a bit more outside the box for me, you will find it as a guest post elsewhere. And, so naturally, you can imagine that I was a bit taken back yesterday when I got a "snarkalicious" comment on yesterday's post. I didn't sit well with me, and 12 hours or more later, it's still not sitting well with me. If I was a better person I would do this via email and in a more private manner. But, well, since someone felt compelled to "feel SAD" for my daughter and her ugly shoes in my public comments, I am going to clear the air right here in a blog post.
So, commenter - you asked "What does it hurt for my kid to wear a Disney Princess t shirt that she loves?” Really? Nothing. But, then again, it's your children and your choice. And, like I said yesterday, not in my house and NOT on my daughter. I really think that when you dress your child in the morning you should ask yourself "Would I wear that?” If the answer is no, then why would you let your child wear it? As a grown woman there is no way in Hell I would walk around with a Disney princess stretched across my chest or Tinkerbelle’s Pixie Dust embellishment down the leg of my jeans, then why should my daughter?
And, finally, "Did you really tell your daughter that she couldn't wear those shoes out in public with you? That makes me feel sad for her". Yes. I did say that. Then again, I am a firm believer of tell it like it is parenting with a bit of fear splashed in. I also tell her no cookies before dinner, that markers & crayons will be taken away for coloring on anything other than paper, that money doesn't grow on trees, it's not ok to play in the middle of the road even if you stay on the yellow line, that I don't want to hear any crying when the cat bites you because you were pulling its tail, and stop running in the dining room because the fake hardwood is slippery and I don't have time blood and guts tonight. I bet you feel even sadder for her now. Life isn't all sunshine or rainbows, and eventually Madaline will know that Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the tooth fairy all live in her imagination. *gasp* But, seriously, they are a pair of sneakers. And, in my opinion they are "HOLY FREAKIN' UGLY SHOES" at that. They are not my taste, not my style and certainly not something I would spend money on. But, you know what; Madaline thinks they are cute even if she doesn't wear them. And, actually, that is her choice. All her shoes are lined up in the kitchen - 3 pairs of flip flops, 2 pairs of sandals and the fugly sneakers. Each day before my husband & her leave for daycare, she gets to choose what shoes she wears. She has worn them once in the two weeks she's had them. They gave her blisters the size of dimes and to be worn again, she has to wear socks. And, well, this time of year, wearing socks is just as evil as wearing closed toe shoes in Madaline's mind.
And, so there they sit. In the kitchen, unworn, waiting for fall and waiting for her to choose them. Will I cringe when she wears them? Yes, Yes I will - but, I'll deal with it.